Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

Her brow furrows the way it always does when she's working something out. Her voice gets soft. "That wouldn't work out. I'm not studying anything like accounting. You're better off with someone who knows the ropes."

"What if I don't care? What if I want you?"

She stammers. "Well, I… um… the field that interests me the most is genetics. It has a lot of different real world math applications. A lot of models of probability. And it's becoming a bigger industry. I did an internship at a genetics lab last summer and I liked it a lot. But that could really put me in any major city."

"Orange County?"

She sticks her tongue out. "Hopefully not."

"Nothing you like about home?"

"There were some things. It's clean."

"Safe."

She nods. "We have great beaches."

"Important to a Cali girl who loves to surf."

Her laugh shakes off all the tension in her expression. "You're ridiculous."

"Orange County has a lot going for it," I say. "They keep adding to the Spectrum."

"Ah yes, the ever-expanding strip mall mecca. How could I forget?"

"They have a Nordstrom now."

"Don't tell me I look like I shop at Nordstrom!" Her cheeks flush.

"Just remember you gushing about it." I lean in to whisper. "We both know you do most of your shopping at Hot Topic."

"Ethan!" She squeals. "I do not."

"Yeah? Let me see the tag of that dress."

She jumps backwards. "That doesn't prove anything."

"Doesn't prove that you love Hot Topic?"

"Oh my God! Someone will hear you." Her blush spreads to her chest but she's laughing too. "I have a reputation to maintain."

I let my voice get loud enough that anyone can hear. "There's nothing wrong with buying half your wardrobe at Hot Topic. It has a lot of great stuff."

"Shut up!"

"Why? What's wrong with-"

She jumps into my arms and presses her lips to mine. It starts as a shut the hell up kiss. Then her lips are parting to make way for my tongue. Her hands go to my hair. She arches her back to grind her crotch against mine.

She moans into my mouth.

Fuck, that sound is music.

When she breaks the kiss, she stares into my eyes. Her expression is light, happy. "How long until the sound check?"

"Three hours."

"How far to our hotel?"